Prologue
Zola closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and moaned. She didn’t even care who heard her, though it was unlikely anyone would hear a thing over the din of noise from this crowded party. She gripped the quilt at her sides with both hands in attempt to ground herself any way possible.
“Geez, Zola. You make me so damn horny when you do that,” Mike whispered against her bare stomach, his lips teasing her belly button. Inching his way up her body, he continued to nibble a path between her breasts as he shoved her blouse over them.
Zola shuddered as the cooler air in the room hit her skin. She licked her lips, tipped her chin down, and tried to focus on his face when she felt him staring at her.
His expression was intent. “We don’t have to do this.”
She rolled her eyes. “Stop being so altruistic. I want you to make love to me. I’ve wanted it for two years.”
He fingered the silk material at her neck. “This is a big deal, babe. I don’t want you to regret it later.”
She released the quilt and grabbed his shirt, dragging it up over his head, forcing him to let her pull it off his arms. “I will never ever regret what we have together. You know that.”
She had been trying to convince him to have sex with her for months. Time was running out. They had graduated from high school eight weeks ago. She would be leaving for Yale in a few days. He was going to the University of California, Berkeley.
Just thinking about the distance made her chest tighten.
Lifting up on her elbows to meet his gaze more fully, she threaded her fingers into the back of his longish dark hair and tugged his mouth toward her. “I don’t give a shit what anyone else says or thinks, I want this. Don’t move to the other side of the country and leave me wondering what it might have felt like. I don’t want to give my virginity to someone else. I want it to be you.”
He stared at her. “Your dad…”
“Is not at this party. Please don’t bring him up again.”
“He would kill me.”
“I’m over eighteen. You’re over eighteen. He can’t do anything to us.”
Mike swallowed, nodding. “Okay.” His lips met hers, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.
Zola sighed into his mouth, incredibly grateful one of their mutual friends was having this end-of-summer party and had offered Zola a room for the night. It couldn’t have been more perfect.
Mike angled his head to one side and deepened the kiss, his tongue darting around inside her mouth, dancing with hers, driving her arousal higher. He’d been a fantastic kisser from their first date sophomore year. He’d also been her first boyfriend, so she had no one to compare him to.
After two years of listening to her girlfriends talk about their sexual experiences, she knew what she had with Mike was different. Every time he touched her, she lit up. Her nipples stood at attention. Wetness pooled between her legs.
While the other girls spoke of sloppy kisses and quick fucks in the backs of cars, Zola had felt bad for them. She’d known for over a year that Mike would be a wonderful lover. Unfortunately, he’d always been a bit too respectful of her. He held her hand. He kissed her goodnight. He set a palm on the small of her back.
But he never let things go much further.
The number of times he had groped her could be counted on one hand. And those instances hadn’t included more than her breasts. The one time he’d actually opened her blouse and popped her bra, he had stared at her for so long she’d started to shiver. When he finally cupped both globes and then leaned in to reverently kiss her nipples, a piece of her heart had melted.
That had been right after graduation two months ago. He hadn’t done it again. In fact, she’d only seen him a handful of times during the summer and always in public.
She could thank her dad for that. Richard Carver did not approve of Mike Dorsen, and he let it be known every time she went out the door. He had gotten her an internship at his law firm over the summer and kept her so damn busy she hardly saw a single friend, let alone Mike.
Her attention jerked back to the present as Mike’s hand eased up her side and cupped her lace-covered breast.
She let herself fully relax against the pillow, and he kissed a path toward her ear. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered.
She disagreed, but didn’t have the ability to argue. Her brain wasn’t shooting comprehensible messages to her mouth.
Lowering himself down her body, he slowly slid every button through its hole on her blouse while he nibbled around the edge of her bra. By the time he spread her shirt open, she was shaking with arousal. She gripped his biceps, blinking. “Please…”
“I’m getting there, babe. Don’t rush me. I want to remember this for the rest of my life.”
She bit her lower lip. She agreed, but her sex was on fire, and her legs were pinned together under him.
He gave a wry grin, as if he knew her plight, and then popped the front clasp of her bra. It fell apart quickly, the globes seemingly so swollen they were busting the lace.
Bracing himself on one elbow, he made leisurely circles around her nipples with the pointer of his other hand. “So damn gorgeous.”
“Jesus, Mike. Please…” She squirmed beneath him, unable to get him to budge. He was taking his sweet time, and there was no stopping him.
“Stay still, Zola. You’re gonna make me blow in my jeans.”
That announcement made her freeze. The last thing she wanted was for him to come before he was inside her. Was that really a possibility?
She lost all train of thought again when he sucked one nipple gently between his lips and then eased his body to one side of her and set his palm on her inner thigh. “Spread your legs for me, babe.”
Her breath came in short pants as she complied, willing him to touch her sex. He never had before. She had gone home from numerous dates as sexually frustrated as anyone could possibly be.
Pushing her skirt up, he tentatively stroked one finger over her silk panties. A moan escaped his lips as he set his forehead against her chest, his breath wafting over her nipple. “You’re so wet.”
“Mmm,” was all she could manage as she spread her legs farther and lifted her butt an inch off the bed, encouraging him to continue.
When he dipped his finger under the edge of her panties to graze her lower lips, she stopped breathing. “Shhh, baby. You’re so loud.”
Was she making audible noises? She threaded her fingers back into his hair and held him against her chest. “I locked the door. No way anyone’s going to walk in on us.”
He lifted his face, a half grin making his eyes dance. “I’m not worried about anyone else, babe. I’m just trying to keep from coming in my pants.”
“Oh.” A flush raced up her cheeks. That again.
He rose next to her, releasing her panties, and unzipped the side of her skirt.
She couldn’t focus on anything but his broad, muscled chest as he removed her skirt and then slid her panties down her legs.
When he was done, he shrugged out of his jeans too, taking his underwear with them. And then he knelt between her legs.
Her gaze honed in on his thick erection bobbing between them. She lifted one hand to stroke a finger up the side.
Mike moaned, his head tipping back as he swayed into her touch. A moment later, he grasped her hand in his and pulled it away. “You can’t do that.”
She continued to stare, wanting to learn the feel of his velvety skin. Instead, he set her hand on the bed at her side. “Please, babe. Not this time.” His voice was deeper, gravelly. Not like she’d ever heard it.
She nodded, still staring.
He traced circles around her nipples with both hands while letting her look her fill. When he lightly pinched the swollen buds, she arched her chest off the bed, her eyes rolling back. Before she knew it, he slid down the mattress and settled between her legs. His face was inches from her sex, and he held her legs wider.
She couldn’t move. On the one hand, she was mortified to have him staring at her intimate parts. On the other hand, she wanted him to see her. She wanted him to know what he did to her. How wet she was. How swollen. Needy. Aroused.
He pulled her lips apart and stroked one finger through her wetness, making her grab his shoulders with both hands. Ignoring her, he flicked his finger over the bundle of nerves above her slit.
A shudder racked her body. Jesus… What the hell was wrong with the girls she heard talking about sex in the locker room? She felt sorry for all of them. This was an earth-changing experience. Nothing like other girls described.
When Mike slid a finger into her tight channel, she lifted her hips. “Damn, you’re sexy.” He pumped that finger several times and then pulled it out to circle her clit with her moisture. “Tell me what feels good, babe.”
“All of it.” She dug her nails into his shoulders and held on. “Everywhere you touch me.” In fact, it felt good even when he looked at her.
He played with the nub—testing her reactions? Perhaps. It was hard to believe he hadn’t been with other girls, but she knew he hadn’t. Even though the two of them hadn’t had sex, nor had they spent as much time together as they wanted in the last year, she knew beyond a doubt he was faithful.
He pressed harder.
She drew in a sharp breath. “Yeah… God, Mike. Like that.”
He continued to play with her clit, experimenting with every sort of touch imaginable. Suddenly, she dug her heels into the mattress as a knot tightened in her belly. Her vision swam. Her mouth fell open. No sound came out.
He flicked his finger over her clit faster.
She tipped her head back, holding on to his shoulders as if her life depended on it. If he stopped, she would die. Sensation rushed to her sex, pleasure racing through her body as a moment in time stood still. It was fleeting. That edge. The point of no return.
And then she was falling, her sex pulsing around his finger as he continued to stroke her. For long moments, it continued. She didn’t know up from down.
When she finally began to float back to earth, she found him smiling at her. “You take my breath away. I will never forget this moment in my life.” His words were muted by the ringing in her ears.
She reached for his biceps and tugged. “Please, Mike. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He lifted onto his knees again, rolled a condom over his girth, and lined himself up with her sex. His face was strained, teeth gritting, as he let the tip slide into her.
It was tight. No lie. It would hurt for a moment. She knew that. She’d heard from other girls. And she did her own research.
His head dipped toward her chest, so she couldn’t see his eyes anymore, but she knew they were closed. He was trying to go slow. For her. Everything he did was for her.
She reached for his waist, lifting her torso toward him. “Mike… Please…”
As if she hadn’t spoken, he continued to ease into her. So full. So tight. Nerve endings she didn’t know existed came to life. Pleading for more even though the stretch was too much.
“Mike. Now,” she screamed. She would go insane if he didn’t thrust all the way in.
Finally, he did as she requested, pushing the last few inches in to the hilt.
She gasped and held her breath, willing herself not to cry out. She bit her lip to keep from making a single noise while her body learned to accommodate his. It took several long moments.
Mike waited. He didn’t budge an inch. Not until she told him to. “Move,” she murmured. “Do it again.”
Every nerve in her body came alive when he pulled slowly back out and then thrust back in. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
He picked up speed, holding himself aloft over her body, his chest grazing her nipples with every thrust.
Exquisite torture. The best kind.
Her insides tightened again, and she knew she was going to have another orgasm. Was that a thing? Did girls have two in a row? She didn’t think so.
But she wasn’t other girls, apparently.
She was Mike’s. And the moment her sex gripped his erection, squeezing it with her second release, he came with her, a garbled, satisfying sound escaping his lips. He thrust one last time and held himself deep inside her.
She gripped his arms as his body jerked.
When he was spent, he lifted his gaze to meet hers, his eyes glazed, a slow smile spreading. “That was entirely worth the wait.”
“Indeed.” She smiled back. Too bad they wouldn’t be able to have a repeat performance any time in the near future. Not living on opposite sides of the country.
He slid out of her and let his body collapse to one side, one leg nestled between hers, one hand cupping her breast, his chest still heaving, his breathing ragged in her ear. “I’ll never forget this.”
“Neither will I.”
They didn’t speak again for a long time, his fingers dancing over her skin until she had goosebumps. He chuckled when she shivered.
She pushed him onto his back and snuggled into his side. He would need to get rid of the condom, but not yet. She wasn’t ready to let him go yet. “Please don’t disappear on me.”
“Never, babe.” He gave her shoulders a squeeze. “Never.”
She set her chin on his chest and met his gaze. “Why do I have this sinking feeling this is goodbye?”
His gaze was serious. “It’s not forever. You’ll never get rid of me forever. I’ll hunt you down even if your father sends you to a nunnery in Siberia.”
She giggled. “I don’t think they have nunneries in Siberia.” She licked her lips and sobered. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. But it’s only four years. We have our entire lives in front of us.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I know, babe, but it makes your father happy for you to go to his alma mater. And besides, you’ve wanted to be a lawyer for as long as I’ve known you. I can’t let my scholarship to Berkeley go either. So we’ll deal.”
“Promise?”
“Swear.”